Half a day later.
Jiang Ping'an flew to the central region of the Central Wastelands, passing through the place where the Celestial Continent had once stood.
The inland sea beneath the former Celestial Continent had vanished.
In its place stood mountains and plains formed from countless flows of cooled, solidified lava. The mountains took all manner of shapes—some pointed toward the sky like Sharp Swords, while others crouched like colossal beasts—but without exception, they were all deathly black. Not a blade of grass grew on the plains. The land was scarred beyond recognition, covered everywhere in strange patterns left by cooled lava, like wounds upon the earth.
Not much time had passed since the Celestial Continent crashed down, and life had yet to spread across this land. Jiang Ping'an could even sense the occasional faint tremors from deep underground—the traces of the earth still readjusting itself.
At last, Jiang Ping'an landed atop a mountain two or three thousand zhang tall.
This mountain stood alone upon a vast plain, with an unobstructed view in every direction and a flat summit. It was the ideal place to set up the Supreme Sensing Saint Array.
Hovering above the mountain, Jiang Ping'an brought out the Gan Jiang Sword.
The Gan Jiang Sword left its sheath, its sword light white as snow and its chill piercing to the bone. Holding the Gan Jiang Sword, Jiang Ping'an swept it horizontally at the peak—sword light flashed past, and the mountaintop, sixty or seventy zhang high, was severed at its base before crashing down. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, polished enough to reflect a person's image, leaving behind a platform spanning more than four square li.
Jiang Ping'an sheathed his sword and descended onto the platform. He looked around and nodded in satisfaction. This platform